In the afternoon, Teacher Li specially asked Xia Pengpeng to come to her office.
She wanted to see how her foundational practice had been progressing recently.
Xia Pengpeng took out a stack of draft papers, all of which were her recent practice works.
Li Qiong flipped through them one by one, her brows knitted tightly throughout.
She knew the purpose of Xia Pengpeng's studies with her.
Han Jisen had told her everything.
But...
Suddenly, Li Qiong's gaze froze on a sketch.
This sketch was no longer just monotonous lines, but a raw draft.
"Is this yours?"
"Yes," Xia Pengpeng nodded.
Li Qiong was taken aback.
Upon closer examination, this sketch was indeed recognizably Xia Pengpeng's work. The lines were still somewhat awkward. The combination of strength and softness in her undeveloped technique precisely allowed Xia Pengpeng's style to stand out!
She herself had fought in this industry for so many years before gradually developing her own style!
